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November 29, 2004
Zeke has this ride-on truck toy that his grandma got him for Christmas a couple of years ago. (Yikes! Has it been that long?!) Anyway, he's fond of hopping on it and cruising around the living room and kitchen. There are benefits to having hardwood floors.
The other day, he hopped on and then announced, "I am going to work." Keith, who happened to be standing nearby, said, "Oh, you are?"
"Yes!" Brief pause. "But first I have to find my keys."
Stazi is pulling herself up now. She has also started frantically waving "bye-bye" any time anybody enters or leaves a room. This morning she woke up and started waving "bye-bye" about a nanosecond later. It's kind of cute but also kind of weird.
Posted by Jan at 4:24 PM | Comments (0)
November 17, 2004
Stazi had her nine-month checkup today. They talked me into letting them give her four shots (usually we only let them do two at once) because it's the beginning of flu season and she's behind, and blah blah blah. I felt bad, but Stazi got over it pretty quickly with the help of some nursing and some Tylenol, so it was probably all for the best.
Vital stats: She weighs 20 pounds, and I forgot to ask her length, but it worked out to 70th percentile in weight and 94th in height. She's pretty tall, but still not as tall as Zeke was at that age. He maxed out at >99th percentile. The doctor was happy with all her development and skills, and she impressed him with her wild head of hair. (OK, it's not that wild, but I guess pediatricians always have to find something to be excited about.)
He told us to make sure all the poisons are up on high shelves, which I already knew, and not to give her dairy until she's 12 months old, which I also knew, and to let her have table foods, which we have been, and that she'll be pulling herself up and walking before long, which we also knew. These well-baby visits are basically to get shots and find out how tall she is, if you want the truth. We've been through the whole "Doctor! Doctor! He's had diaper rash for four days now; should we get prescription cream for it? Oatmeal baths? Naked time? HELP US PLEASE!!!!" phase with Zeke.
We go back in four weeks for the booster flu shot, and in three months for her one-year checkup. I am desperately trying to restrain myself from completely freaking out about this. One year?! How the hell did we get to (almost) one year!?!?
Sigh.
Posted by Jan at 10:33 PM | Comments (0)
November 15, 2004
Tonight, Keith and I were having an animated discussion about something or other at the kitchen table, when I suddenly realized that Zeke had been running at full speed in circles around the table, yelling "HOOOOOONK! HOOOOOOONK!" at the top of his lungs for the last several minutes, and neither of us had noticed.
Funny what you can learn to tune out.
Posted by Jan at 8:24 PM | Comments (0)
November 11, 2004
Two quick Zeke stories:
We go into Zeke's room for naptime.
Zeke: "Look at this MESS!"
Me: "Hmm. I wonder who made this mess."
Zeke: (thinks for a minute) "Ummm... I think Daddy made this mess."
Last night at dinner, Zeke tried one of his fried catfish bits.
Keith: "Zeke, aren't these delightful?"
Zeke: "No! They are delicious."
Posted by Jan at 8:28 AM | Comments (0)
November 4, 2004
On Election Day, we were killing time whilst standing in line to vote for two and a half hours, when I noticed that they had a little "Kids Vote!" booth set up in the corner of the gymnasium. I dispatched Keith and Zeke on the theory that it would distract Zeke for at least a good twenty minutes or so.
When Keith came back, he reported that Zeke had cast his ballot for "the guy who looked like Mr. Rogers." Yes, my son almost voted for George W. Bush. "Well," I cracked, "he is living in the Land of Make Believe! HAR HAR HAR!" Nobody laughed, it being hard to keep your sense of humor when you've been waiting in a hot sweaty gymnasium for two hours. Anyway, I say "almost voted" because apparently, at the last minute, Zeke crossed out W and wrote in his own name at the bottom, or at least the letter "Z".
That's my boy.
Posted by Jan at 9:17 PM | Comments (0)